Bridges are meant to be crossed, arent they?
And yet, the bridges in the village where Sofia lived had never been crossed neither by your herself nor by anyone she knew. Nobody could say with any authority what lay on the other side, though it must have been a vast space at least as big and varied as this side or even more so because nothing is as dazzling as the unknown.
The land beyond the bridge was called Nihon, and this side of the bridge didn't have a name, because it was the world people lived in, and what's all around doesn't need to be named it just is. Sofia lived with her Aunt Sybil and Uncle Thomas in the old stone house beside the bridge. The house and the bridge even shared a few stone blocks, so that the house appeared to be part of the bridge to the point that it appeared like, if the bridge would crumble, the house would surely perish too. But the old bridge was sturdy and solid , and it had that timeless feeling that give some people the creeps and some people solace.
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